a grain of sand
regretted its existence
it would have felt hurt
if only it had grown nervs once
it would have cried
if only it had opened eyes once
it would have been alert
if only it had thought its mind once
it would have died
if only it had breathed a life once
if only once
all it could do was to be
and be marginal, minor, mean
amidst countless others
and not even seen
hence
take my hand
are you with me?
© 2009